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She sighed as she entered the spacious lobby of the luxurious hotel. It had been a long, throughly tedious trip, as her riding partner had been none other than Torrie Wilson.
Sable ran a hand through her long blonde hair as she sat down on a plush armchair, her mind whirling as she recalled the car trip with the younger diva. Oh, it wasn't that she *hated* Torrie, but the girl was such a dimwitted twit - not to mention, such a bore. Thank goodness she'd managed to somehow stay awake, as she'd been the one behind the wheel of the rental car. All the tall platinum blonde could talk about were the two shoots she'd done for Playboy - the last of which, of course, had been done with *her* - and about which superstar she'd get to sleep with next.
Now, Sable let out a silent yawn as she managed to refrain from rolling her eyes. Torrie was right beside her, yammering on incessantly.
"Do you think I'd ever get a chance with Triple H?"
The older diva arched a brow at the naive girl's question. Well, on the other hand, maybe Torrie wasn't so stupid after all. Anyone with the ability to get in good with the self-proclaimed 'Game' was destined to be a big-time player. And Sable knew just what Torrie was thinking - sleeping with him would propel her right to the top.
However, instead of answering the other woman's question, Sable stood up.
"Torrie, would you excuse me?"
"Sure," the tall blonde said with a smile.
The older woman rolled her eyes as she carried her suitcase across the lobby, making a beeline for the check-in desk. Halfway there, she caught the gaze of another WWE diva, who gave her a knowing nod.
The young woman approached her.
"Hey," she said softly.
"Hello..." Sable was somewhat surprised, as she and this particular diva had never so much as conversed before.
"Sick of Torrie, huh? Well, I can't say I blame you." The smaller woman shrugged, wrinkling her nose in distaste. She'd never liked Torrie Wilson, not since back when the Alliance had invaded the WWF - not even when the tall blonde had turned her back on that pack of goons to be with Tajiri, thus turning WWF.
"You can say that," Sable said softly. "All of her babbling has given me a splitting headache. I *really* don't want to share a room with her..."
"Hmm..." The other diva placed a hand on her hip in a very dainty fashion. "I'll tell you what - I don't have a roommate for tonight. Why don't you room with *me*?"
"With you?"
"Yeah - it'll be fun. We'll make a whole evening of it," the other woman said enthusiastically. "We can catch up on all the gossip and stuff. Besides, I've been wanting to talk to you about something, and this seems like the perfect opportunity."
"Oh, really?" Sable arched a perfectly plucked eyebrow as she met the other girl's eyes.
"Yes..." Her gaze trailed from the diva to several feet away. There were a few other divas and male superstars congregated, waiting for rooms as well. The young woman's gaze fell on two particular men, who were standing nearby and talking.
Sable's gaze followed hers, and she sighed as she eyed one of the two exceptionally handsome men. Damn it, why couldn't he ever check her out?
"You really have the hots for him, don't you?"
"Excuse me?"
The younger diva chucked.
"Oh, come now. You can admit it to me - you want Edge!" she said in a loud whisper.
The older woman stared at her, but Sable was not one to be easily embarrassed. Okay, so it was true.
"How did you know?"
"It's so obvious... I've noticed the way you look at him. Actually, I've been wanting to get my hands on Chris myself."
Sable blinked as she looked from the woman back to the two men, her gaze now falling on Chris Jericho. Awhile back, it had seemed as though something were developing between Y2J and the young diva, but it hadn't happened. And then, as she continued to watch, two divas suddenly approached Edge and Jericho.
The younger diva's eyes narrowed, and Sable found herself feeling surprised. This woman typically looked sweet and friendly all the time, but the scowl that was now on her face bordered on frightening.
"God, I *hate* her..." she spat as she continued to stare at Stacy Keibler. The tall, leggy blonde was laughing at something Jericho had said to her, hanging onto his every word.
"Know what? I'm not crazy about Lita myself," Sable admitted, referring to the other diva, who was chatting with Edge.
The other woman finally tore her eyes away long enough to meet her eyes.
"That settles it then - let's room together tonight, because I guarantee you, we have a *lot* to discuss..."
Sable studied the fiery glint in the young woman's eyes, the fierce determination on her face. After a beat, she nodded.
"All right... Let's do it."